ever since i was young, people had always said that i have a third eye. imagine a child of 5 wracking her brains out trying to find where that third eye could be. yes, i even thought i might have been sitting on it all the while, and i had to use a hand mirror to check but, no, there was no third eye anywhere in my body.
of course those people who were saying it were quack doctors or seers or fortune tellers. in church, babies would suddenly burst out crying to the consternation of their parents. my mother would pinch me telling me not to look at the children and to concentrate on my prayers. if we were playing with the neighbourhood children, someone almost always would cheat or be nasty and it would upset me and i would have a verbal fight with the cheating kid. next thing you know, the mother of said kid would be waking up my parents in the middle of the night because the cheating kid became sick and they had called the village quack who'd done some mambo jumbo and would say that i had put a spell on the kid. mind you, if it was another time, i'd probably be burned at the stake!
last may during our long weekend, i went to the toronto labyrinth and actually walked it (took all of 45 minutes for such a small area) and a man who had been watching me asked me if i knew i had an aura of super energy about me. and we got to talk about it for almost an hour. he wanted me to learn to harness that energy and put it to good use. it wasn't the first time i've been told that. but i am a God-fearing dudette so i don't even give credence to shit like that. although if i actually had super natural powers, i'd be using it so i would win the biggest lottery jackpot. what do you know, it doesn't work that way. much the same way that criminals cannot profit from their crimes by writing a book.
i must admit that there were a few times i cursed someone and something happened. bad. but there is always a trade off as i would have a really bad flu even when it was not flu season. and believe me, a bad case of flu is not a pleasant experience.
so wherever that third eye that i have, i'm pretty sure it's fitted with a blinder so we are all safe!
week 27 of the 52 portraits of me project; for this segment the prompt is 'disturbing'.
don't look too much. i wonder if i could find a pair of sunglasses or perhaps it's called a trio of sunglasses. :-P
PS: to the 'lurkers' - no, i didn't put a hex on you. you just have bad karma.
This fits the disturbing word very creative. I loved your story. People always want to blame someone else. You are just the sweet person so you were easy to blame.
